Because of all the free time I had tonight due to the lack of a Red Sox game, I think I joined Facebook. Although I can't be 100% since I think you have to have a calculus degree to make it a 100% certainty.
At least that's what I keep telling myself, 'cause the only other solution is I'm dumber than a tree stump and I just don't want to admit that at 10:30 at night.
I'm 38 years old, happily married, have 3 kids AND a blog and I honestly think I have time for Facebook. She's either going to leave me or sign us up for disability when I tell her the happy news; I've already been pressing my luck in the "time allotted for the computer" for the past 8 months.
Meanwhile I've got Beckett with a tingly arm, Buchholz and his inability to find home plate and Bartolo Colon and his extra 100 lbs to worry about.
I need a vacation in the worse way.
Tomorrow night we start a 3 game set vs. the Blue Jays and the only consolation I have is Doc Halladay beat the crap out of the Yankees tonight and we don't have to face him. If someone could tell me Marco Scutaro fell into a sinkhole tonight, my world would be fine.
It's still August and I need a full time therapist.
Man, do I love this game.
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